It was bad.

Bad dark morning. Car died twice. Started back up finally, and got back up to speed as a semi-truck passed me and kicked up a rock the size of a softball,(yes, softball not baseball!)that came crashing through the darkness into my windshield. Thinking that is was coming inside I threw up my arm and blocked my face as the pressure in the car changed when the rock hit... but it did not crash through the glass luckily. It hit and made a beautiful, spirally, beachball size break right in the middle of my windshield and a small hole in the middle. It scared the crap out of me, I couldn't decide if I should cry or turn around and get the information from that truck and then go back home and back to bed and pull the covers up over my head for the rest of the day but kept driving and called the Huz. He met me at work and took my car to the subaru place to get a new windshield. Of course it won't be fixed until after one so I set the man up in an empty office to sleep until he heard from the dealership.

Yes, it was bad but the weekend is here so it can only get better. happy friday to you.